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Wednesday, 25 December 2013

I hope everyone has a fantastic and very jolly day with your families and furry friends! (And have a super time playing with new toys and eating yummies, especially.)

I got a scrummy card from Eve, a tennis-ball-bone-thingie that you can turn the squeak on and off with (which is no fun for me when it's off!), and lots of other great toys from my other human peeps.

Oh, and a very nice calendar of yours truly!

Oooh, can't wait to eat this...

But, it has to be a quiet Chrimbo for me today, because, even though I'm feeling full of jolly jellybeans, on Monday I got my stitches out, and the vet has told me to KEEP CALM.

I mean, honestly, what sort of dog-tor is he, telling me to KEEP CALM on Christmas?!

Simply outrageous!

So, while my old folks go and see Eve and Grace, I'll be having a quiet time here on my own (Eve and Grace's house is very, very clean, and I'm casting a lot just now, so who wants to spend Christmas hoovering?).

Oho, maybe I can have my own Christmas dinner, romantically with oneself...

Sunday, 15 December 2013

On Monday, I had my operation. It went really well, although I can't really remember what happened. I think Anna was nice to me anyways! Woof!

I came home all wrapped up, very suitable as 'tis the season to be jolly!

They gave me a cone too, but because I've been well behaved, the peeps only put me through the shame at night time.

It's really embarassing - I kept bumping into everything!

Evil cone! Woof!

Yesterday (Saturday) I had another trippie to the vet, just for a check-up.

They unwrapped me, thank goodness, and told me it's going fine. I'll get the stitches out on the 23rd. Hoorah!

All I've really wanted to do is sleeeep...

Yeah, I've been pretty tired since Monday (except, of course, when Eve pops round!), and I've been hiding away in corners, having a snooze!

I can't wait until the stitches are out and I can go for nice walks again, and play with my ball! Woof!

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I've been a bit down since Monday, for another reason too.

Remember Meece, my cat chum?

Here we are!

Well, when I came back from the vet on Monday afternoon, she wasn't anywhere to be seen.

Meece, where are you? Woof woof?!

Sadly, Meece had crossed the bridge in the night.

We're still a wee bit upset, but she was 19 or 20 years old, so we knew it was coming.

She was getting skinnier and skinnier everyday! On Sunday night, she'd been meowing and panting a lot, something she never ever did.

On Tuesday, we dug a hole, wrapped her in a pillow case and buried her in the grassy bit (the professional way, obviously!). I had a good sniff around, and I was a wee bittie confused as to why we were shoving Meece in a hole in the whirlies.

Bye bye Meecies, I'll never forget you -

how you didn't like me when I first came along,

how you used to hibernate in various cardboard boxes and plastic bags,

how you used to drink MY water,

and how, to the very last day, you could still jump on top of the tumble dryer to get your M&S tuna (which is mine now, by permission of the vet).

Why does she sleep there?

Woof, how do you do it?

Bye bye Meece, have fun over the rainbow bridge! I'll miss you!

Thanks for popping by today, we should be getting back to more commenting, as Eve only has one exam this week, so I'm looking forward to catching up with everyone!